When I finally hit the “submit
registration” button for the Yoga Journal conference in Estes Park, Colorado,
it was as if a six-year weight had been lifted.

You see, I have wanted to go to this
conference ever since I first read about it, yet I had an excuse every year. I
was too pregnant, I was a new mom, my husband was in grad school and we were too
broke (that one worked multiple years), but this year, I was finally down to
the one excuse underlying it all: I was too scared.

Yep, I was scared of a bunch of yogis
chanting in the mountains. I was scared to spend an entire weekend among
strangers. I was scared of being alone. I was scared I couldn’t physically
handle it. I was mostly scared of what might happen if I spent three days
entirely in my own head. What if I had a life-altering revelation? Worse, what if I
didn’t?

I stared at the button, heart pounding,
until suddenly my fear became my reason to click enter. I have spent my entire
life not doing things out of fear. It was time to do something because it scared me.

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